Bald Bird raised an eyebrow slightly, clutching his chest with a heartbroken look. "Damn it, those were all this old man's life's work! I traveled the world just to find those few things."
"Kid, have you ever seen a true dragon? This old man once obtained a spinal bone from an ancient true dragon—a genuine supreme treasure! There was also a true feather from an ancient immortal phoenix, the one true feather an immortal phoenix possesses, and even a fragment of an immortal stone. Damn it, they're all gone now! After only a few thousand years, they actually developed intelligence. This old man accidentally blasted open the final restriction, and they all ran away." Bald Bird was nearly furious enough to cry.
Chen Fan was deeply shaken. Any one of those items, if taken out, would provoke the powerful across the world into fighting over it. Even Soul Division Stage experts would be tempted enough to wage war for them—yet Bald Bird had actually stolen three of them.
"Just how many people did you steal from back then?" Chen Fan asked.
"Damn it, what do you mean, steal? This old man picked them up!" Bald Bird glared, then immediately returned to a sorrowful expression. "Sigh, it was only because this old man had enemies everywhere back then and feared bringing disaster upon himself by carrying such things around. Who would have thought it would all come to nothing in the end? Only these spirit herbs remain, taking root and sprouting in the treasure vault!"
Watching his mournful face, Chen Fan shook his head slightly. He knew that with this bird's temperament, once it recovered its strength, it would surely go right back to causing trouble everywhere—stealing, swindling, and deceiving again.
"But I am curious. Even if those supreme treasures developed